dennerman:Lernaeus: taurusowner: Can we stop pretending "Doctor Who" is or ever was a good show? You're not more sophisticated or smarter for liking some hack British sci-fi show.

\Doctor Who fans are sci-fi hipsters

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Seriously, shut the f*ck up and find a thread where they're talking about a show you like.

Who fans may be "sci-fi hipsters," but people who show up in threads just to insult everyone else's taste are just plain assholes.

Asshole.

I agree. There's a whole mentality that exists where people get infuriated when people like things that they don't, and conversely they are also infuriated when things they like are loved by everyone. I think it has always existed, and has become much more pronounced now that the internet provides such instant feedback.

I hope someone is doing a study on this to understand it better. It's like people feel their whole sense of self is invalidated if everyone else's opinions and taste doesn't align with them. It's absurd, but it's obvious that this issue is widespread.

2CountyFairs:Disposable Rob: omgbears: So what happens to all the Silence's bodies? Do people dispose of the bodies when they see them lying around everywhere and then forget that they disposed of them? Do they still hold their memory-erasing properties as they decay?

So many Doctor Who villains have never stood up to scrutiny beyond the episodes they appear. They're walking plot devices. They all have that "how do Daleks walk up stairs? *" issue that comes up once you think about them too long.

*yeah, yeah that's been answered

Just to throw an answer out there, I'd say they decompose where they died. Ever had a dead animal smell in your house that you just can't find? Maybe it's because every time you find it and then look away you forgot about it. Not a perfect answer, but still an answer.

"Morning sir, or madam, or neuter," the thing said. "This your planet, is it?""Well, er. I suppose so," Newt said."Had it long, have we sir?""Not personally. I mean, as a species, about half a million years. I think."The alien exchanged glances with its colleague."Been letting the old acid rain build up, haven't we sir," it said. "Been letting ourselves go a bit with the old hydrocarbons, perhaps?""I'm sorry?""Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, sir, but your polar ice caps are below regulation size for a planet of this category, sir.""Oh, dear," said Newt."We'll overlook it on this occasion, sir."The smaller alien walked past the car. "CO2 level up nought point five percent," it rasped, giving him a meaningful look. "You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?"― Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (Good Omens)

Nah, a Dana Gould bit from years ago about a brainstorming session among the writers NASA hired to write Armstrong's first words. "Look, we're not giving up on 'Holy shiat, the Moon," I just want to hear some other ideas."

/recently started watching it from the very beginning. Have all of the reconstructed lost eps out there so I figured I might as well watch all 36 years of episodes//and building a near 1:1 size TARDIS///the 1980-1989 version.

Built *something* like a TARDIS for my dogs this summer

Used the paint that was leftover after spraying and naming the boat. (guess which one I spent more time on...)

Isildur:Carousel Beast: dennerman: dammit, i have a type in there. It should read "are also infuriated when things they like aren't loved by everyone".

Actually, you are correct both ways. It's amazing how people will turn on something they love when it becomes "too popular."

Even if one doesn't actually feel an impulse to turn on it, there can still be a somewhat irrational resentment of -- or at least unease with --the new influx of fans, a sort of feeling of losing (what at least felt a bit like) a more private world shared with a smaller number of hardcore fans. I confess I've sometimes had to catch myself feeling a bit this way about Tolkien, for example.

Such fan protectiveness about a work (well, not protecting the work, really, but rather one's own imagined claim to it) is somewhat silly, I freely admit, because such popularity should be welcomed as fortunate and appropriate* appreciation for great works, and anybody newly introduced to it is every bit as entitled to enjoy it as anyone who knew it earlier.

The discomfort may contribute in some extreme case to what you describe -- the hipster stereotype of loss of interest in (or even derision of) something once it becomes too "mainstream"... a word which can actually mean a few things, really... A band, say, might be perceived (rightly or wrongly) as becoming less adventurous or creative as they become more popular and feel pressure to either deliver more of the same or to tone down their more unique sounds. (Although one can argue that some artists have gotten more adventurous the more popular they got.) Alternatively there may be absurdly little case to be made that the works have gotten any worse (e.g. a static corpus of work from a deceased or retired author) and the declaration that it's "too mainstream now" may simply reflect that a previous fan mostly craved being a fan of the obscure. Which is easy to mock, particularly if someone's interest in something is plainly an affectation, a devotion completely......It seems pretty dumb and self-defeating to renounce appreciation of a work simply because growth in its popularity, however. Sorta cutting off your nose to spite your face, really.

When you don't protect your favorite shows and movies, you end up with Jar Jar Binks...

"They could not have been more offended, confused, enraged and startled. . . . There was a moment of stunned silence . . . and then an eruption of angry voices from all over the fifteen-hundred-person audience. The kids in their Luke Skywalker pajamas (cobbled up from older brother's castoff karate gi) and the retarded adults spot-welded into their Darth Vader fright-masks howled with fury. But I stood my ground, there on the lecture platform of the World Science Fiction Convention, and I repeated the words that had sent them into animal hysterics:

'Star Wars is adolescent nonsense; Close Encounters is obscurantist drivel; Star Trek can turn your brains to purée of bat guano; and the greatest science fiction series of all time is Doctor Who! And I'll take you all on, one-by-one or in a bunch to back it up!'"

Kittypie070:Whatsamatter, BI, you jealous of someone who has gone beyond and can't speak for himself here on Earth anymore?

Departed or no, Neil does not require a f*ckup like me to defend him, his deeds speak for themselves.ALL OF THEM, not only the One Small Step for which you seem to so hate him.

But the f*ckup will speak and dare you to deny the truth.

One small step. The single deed in modern times through which the entire human race was ennobled.

Even you.

And far be it from me, the f*ckup, to deprive you of the right to fill the air with your laughable flailing for attention.

You alleged "journo" AW brats at Bullshiat Investors will be unhappily forgotten within a couple years IF THATwhile ten thousand years down the halls of history the name of Neil Armstrong will still shinebright and wholly untarnished.

irving47:Oh goody. I get to explain it.Doctor Who...The race is referred to as the Silents or Silence...You can't remember anything about them the moment you look away from them, but whatever they say when you do, is interpreted by your brain as a post-hypnotic suggestion. Unaware, one slipped up and said you should kill us all on sight to someone making a video recording of it. To rid the planet of them, The Doctor inserts the video into the live feed of the moon landing. It is absolutely freaking brilliant.

Oh goody. I get to explain it.Doctor Who...The race is referred to as the Silents or Silence...You can't remember anything about them the moment you look away from them, but whatever they say when you do, is interpreted by your brain as a post-hypnotic suggestion. Unaware, one slipped up and said you should kill us all on sight to someone making a video recording of it. To rid the planet of them, The Doctor inserts the video into the live feed of the moon landing. It is absolutely freaking brilliant.